I am ghost.
A spectre of the dark.
I haunt those that fear me.
When the world ignores my plight.
I take full revenge on the cruel.
My dark heart still beats silently.
Louder than a raging thunder storm.
I fly above the bell tower.
When the rain starts to fall.
I come as a shadow to call.
With wings like a black raven.
Beating against the worldly tide.
The grains of sand have run out for you.
It doesn't matter where you go to hide.
I'll find you in the deepest shadows.
And sink my reptile fangs into your flesh.
I am the thorn that you fear.
My skin is serpent cold.
But my world is transparent.
As I creep up and down your spine.
You remember what you did to me.
All those years ago.
I am ghost in your darkest memory.
And I am going to have revenge.
As you die in my isolated sight.
I rip out your empty heart space.
And fill it with never ending pain.
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